He scratches
His chin. She rubs
Her eyelids,
Trying to exentuate
What isn’t there
He touches her fingers
The tips screaming forth
Gently caressing hands
Like an aura of emotions
And mixture of passions
Soft, smooth, beckoning
To be brought closer
Neither to be held
Nor to be kept
But to be known
Not noticed
He scratches his chin.
She scratches hers
As the brain yelps
In disgust as pain
As inhibition is lost
And doubt regained
They don’t take notice
Of the fingers touching
Of the hands caressing
Because it is faint and unattractive
To their overall distressing
They push and pull without
Refrain. They yell and scream
For one small faint.
Too weak to stand
Too strong to sit.
Proud. Proudly in doubt.
|
Submission Name: gesticulations
